Quinn Fabray

It had been exactly a week.

One week since what was left of my world came crashing down.

One week since I loaded my old Cheerios duffel full of everything I had left into my car, and left Finn's house for what I honestly believed would be the last time.

One week since I first had to sneak through the back door of Brittany's house up to the attic, where she had offered to let me stay. And three days since her mom found me and refused to have such a "bad influence" anywhere near Britt and Jennie, Britt's little sister.

It had been only a day and a half since Miss Pillsbury had found me sleeping in my car in the school parking lot. I was too ashamed to go to anyone else, I didn't have the money to go to a motel for the night, and, obviously, I couldn't try to go home again. Miss Pillsbury insisted that I stay with her. I swallowed what little I had left of my pride and agreed. And thank God for her, honestly, because in the short time I'd been staying with her, she'd acted more like a mother to me than my own mom had. I guessed that it was because Miss Pillsbury didn't have much of a stake in my appearance or reputation. Still, it was nice to have someone who actually cared about me, and not how I made her look in front of her book club friends.

Since the truth about the baby came out, I'd been taking a slushie to the face, sometimes twice a day, courtesy of Finn's friends on the football team (But never from Finn. Even after everything, he could never hurt me), and that was nothing compared to having to see how much I'd hurt Finn every day in Glee practice. Besides the guilt that I could never make disappear, Glee was still the best part of my day. There were ten other people who loved me, despite what I'd done to them in the past, and how spectacularly I'd screwed up my own life.

Which brings me to this moment. Earlier this morning, I'd realized that none of my clothes, not even my fat-girl pants, fit over my baby bump anymore. After a half hour of crying hysterically, Emma trying (in vain) to calm me down, I finally called Kurt. I knew we never really talked to each other outside of Glee, but I didn't know who else I could go to. Britt and Santana were too embarrassed to go into a maternity store with me. Also, in a weird way, being gay in Lima is a lot like being a pregnant sixteen-year-old. People who don't even know you give you funny looks and think that they're better than you just because you're different.

Plus, who else could I go to with a shopping emergency?

An hour later, Kurt and I were walking in to "Bun In The Oven", the only store at the mall that sold pregnant-lady clothes. He was having fun, sorting through the elastic waistbands and shirts with tons of belly room.

I was seriously considering grabbing the first pair of pants I saw and getting the hell out.

Kurt shoved an armload of dresses into my hands and told me to go try them on. I went in the dressing room and pulled a yellow one over my head, and let Kurt in to see what he thought.

"Quinn, that looks fantastic. It's a ten."

And then I burst into tears. I don't know if it was the pregnancy hormones or the big new clothes, or just the fact that I really, really wanted my mom. I expected Kurt to get all awkward and leave, like guys always do when girls cry. But he didn't. He wasn't like most boys. He pulled a pack of tissues out of his man-purse and sat down with me.

I was so hysterical it was embarrassing.

"I d-don't know what I'm going to do!" I sobbed. "I can't t-take care of her, I c-c-can't give her to Terri Schuester anymore… My parents hate me, Finn hates me, and I ruined my wh-h-hole life. God, what did I do?"

"Quinn, you need some perspective."

I wasn't even saying words now, just sobbing uncontrollably and babbling.

"You're making it sound much worse than it really is." Kurt said, calmly. I was about to ask him how he thinks the situation could possibly be any worse, but he kept going.

"You have a place to stay, it's not like you're living in your car. You'll find a good family for your daughter, and Finn…" He stopped for a second with this one.

"He'll come around, he loves you."

"You think so?"

"Y-yeah, I do."

I tried to smile, a little. Kurt was right. I mean, being pregnant and disowned by my parents sucked, a lot, obviously. Finn wouldn't talk to me, or even look at me, and since the news about little Drizzle's daddy came out, I was getting slushies in the face about four times a day. In spite of all that, though…

"You know you've got ten friends who will help clean you off."